Disliked by everyone? She is clearly the most beloved one in the rich family!

Seeing this, the grandmother quickly pulled the little girl's hand and urged her softly.

"Niuniu, we have no way of repaying Mr. Yu's kindness. We must listen to Mr. Yu in the future, no matter what we do."

The little girl raised her head and looked at Yu Zhi. Although her voice was childish, it was extremely serious.

"Brother Yu Zhi, I will listen to you from now on. I will do whatever you ask me to do."

Yu Zhi squatted down and looked at the little girl at eye level, his eyes full of encouragement and tenderness.

He gently touched the little girl's head and said with a smile.

"Good boy, you don't have to listen to me. I only hope you will promise me one thing - study hard, learn seriously, and take control of your own life with your own hands."

"This is the best reward for me, understand?"

The little girl blinked, seeming a little confused, but still nodded vigorously.

"Yes! I will study hard and help others like Brother Yu Zhi in the future!"

When Yu Zhi heard this, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He stood up and said to his grandmother.

"Grandma, you must take care of yourself and your granddaughter. Life is not easy, but as long as you have hope, things will get better."

Grandma wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded repeatedly: "Mr. Yu Zhi, you are such a kind person! I don't know how to repay you."

Yu Zhi shook his head. He did these things not for repayment, but just to feel at peace with himself.

Yu Zhi knows that many of the things he does are sometimes impulsive and he does not consider the consequences at all.

But if he is still hesitant in doing things now.

Then he would have to abandon his own thoughts and ideas and embark on a wrong path.

Yu Zhi smiled slightly, turned around and prepared to leave.

Just as he reached the door, the little girl suddenly ran up, grabbed the corner of his clothes, raised her little face and asked.

"Brother Yuzhi, will you come to see us again in the future?"

Yu Zhi stopped and looked back at the little girl's eyes full of expectation, and his heart softened.

He squatted down, gently pinched the little girl's cheek, and spoke softly.

"Of course. When you have good news, remember to tell me and I will come to see you."

After hearing this, the little girl smiled brightly and nodded vigorously.

"Yes! I will definitely work hard!"

Yu Zhi stood up, waved to the grandmother and the little girl, then turned and left the ward.

Walking out of the hospital gate, he looked up at the sky. The sunlight shone on his face, warm and bright.

He knew that everything he did might be insignificant, but as long as it could give some people hope, that was enough.

Yu Zhi stood at the door, as if nailed to the spot by an invisible force.

His fingers were still on the door handle, his fingertips were slightly cold, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in coldness.

The light in the living room was warm and soft, shining on Meng Yingnian and the psychologist, but it made Yu Zhi feel a dazzling halo.

His vision was a little blurry and his mind was blank.

It was as if all thoughts were taken away at this moment, leaving only the heart beating violently in the chest, and each beat seemed to be about to burst through the chest.

Meng Yingnian's figure appeared particularly clear under the light.

He was wearing a dark grey shirt with the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms.

He sat upright, as if he could remain calm and composed no matter what he faced.

However, at this moment, there was a trace of fatigue between his brows that was difficult to conceal.

The shadows under his eyes appeared particularly deep under the light.

His gaze fell on Yu Zhi, his eyes filled with heartache, helplessness, and a hint of blame.

The psychologist sitting next to Meng Yingnian looked a little embarrassed.

The main reason was that he really couldn't withstand Meng Yingnian's pressure and told everything.

Yu Zhi's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.

The images of the plane kept flashing through his mind—the blood, the screams, the chaotic crowd.

And the hideous face of the murderer.

Those scenes are like nightmares, lingering in my mind.

He thought that as long as he didn't mention it and pretended nothing had happened, the fear and pain would slowly fade away.

He wanted to hide it from Meng Yingnian because he didn't want to make him worry.

But he didn't expect that Meng Yingnian noticed his abnormality.

"I..." Yu Zhi opened his mouth, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

His fingers unconsciously gripped the door handle, his knuckles turning slightly white from the effort.

His eyes moved between Meng Yingnian and the psychologist, finally stopping on Meng Yingnian's face.

Those deep eyes were filled with heartache and concern, as if they could see through all his pain.

"I'm sorry..." Yu Zhi finally uttered these words with difficulty, his voice so low that it almost sounded like he was talking to himself.

His eyes were slightly red, and his throat felt like it was clogged with a ball of cotton, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He knew that it was wrong to hide it from Meng Yingnian, but he really didn't want Meng Yingnian to worry about him.

He would rather endure those horrific scenes and unspeakable fears alone than let Meng Yingnian share them with him.

Meng Yingnian looked at Yu Zhi's self-blaming and helpless expression, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

He stood up, walked to Yu Zhi with steady and firm steps, and reached out to pat his shoulder gently.

The warmth of the palm was transmitted to Yu Zhi's skin through the thin fabric, bringing a reassuring power.

"Silly child," Meng Yingnian's voice was low and gentle, with a hint of helplessness.

"How can you handle so much by yourself? I'm your family, the one closest to you. How could you hide this from me?"

Yu Zhi's eyes became hot and tears almost burst out.

He lowered his head, not daring to look into Meng Yingnian's eyes again, for fear that if he looked up, all his emotions would get out of control.

His shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.

Meng Yingnian sighed softly and reached out to pull Yu Zhi into his arms.

She stroked his back gently, as if comforting a frightened child.

His voice sounded in Yu Zhi's ears, low and firm.

"Don't carry it all on your own anymore, okay? No matter what happens, I'll be by your side."

Yu Zhi's body stiffened slightly, and then he relaxed as if he had finally found support.

His forehead rested on Meng Yingnian's shoulder, his breathing gradually became steady, but tears silently slid down, soaking Meng Yingnian's clothes.

The psychologist sat quietly by the side, watching this scene, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

She knew that Yu Zhi had finally taken the most important step - no longer locking himself in fear and pain.

Instead, they are willing to open their hearts and accept the care and help of others.

In the living room, the warm yellow light still shone softly, dispelling the chill in Yu Zhi's heart.

He knew that the road ahead might still be difficult, but at least he was no longer alone.

After the psychologist left, peace finally returned to the room.

The night outside the window deepens, and the hustle and bustle of the city seems to be isolated in another world.

Meng Yingnian stood in the kitchen, gently cooking a pot of noodles.

Water vapor filled the air, carrying a faint fragrance, and a warm breath gradually filled the entire space.

Yu Zhi sat on the sofa in the living room, his hands wrapped around his knees, his eyes somewhat empty, yet with a hint of barely perceptible dependence.

His gaze drifted towards the kitchen from time to time, and looking at Meng Yingnian's busy back, the tense mood in his heart seemed to slowly relax.

The noodles were cooked. Meng Yingnian walked up to her with a bowl of steaming noodles and gently placed it on the coffee table.

He squatted down until his eyes were level with hers, and his voice was gentle as if he was afraid to disturb him.

"Eat something. I guess you didn't eat dinner."

Yu Zhi raised his head and his eyes met his, his eyes full of concern and heartache.

He nodded, took the chopsticks, and slowly picked up a few noodles.

The heat hit his face, bringing a reassuring warmth.

Meng Yingnian did not leave, but sat next to him.

Her shoulder rested lightly against his.

Yu Zhi's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed again, as if he had found a harbor to rely on.

The two bodies were so close that they could feel each other's breathing and heartbeat.

The light fell softly on them, lengthening their shadows, as if blending the outlines of the two people together, making them indistinguishable from each other.

The room was so quiet that the only sounds left were the chopsticks gently touching the bowl wall and the two people's soft breathing.

Yu Zhi lowered his head and ate noodles, but his eyes gradually became moist.

He didn't know whether it was because of the heat from the noodles or the warmth from the person next to him.

He didn't dare look up, for fear that if he did, tears would fall uncontrollably.

Meng Yingnian seemed to sense her emotions, and gently reached out and held his other hand on his knee.

His palms were warm and dry, conveying a silent support.

Yu Zhi's fingers trembled slightly, and then he held his hand tightly, as if he had grabbed the last straw.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The hearts of two people are so close, so close that they can feel each other's presence and company without any words.

On the other side, in Europe.

The ancient manor was filled with a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Mr. Wilson and representatives of the Windsor family sat in a magnificently decorated study.

Two exquisite contracts were placed on the heavy oak table.

Next to it is an opened bottle of aged red wine, exuding a mellow aroma.

In the fireplace in the study, the flames danced gently, reflecting the serious and focused faces of the two people.

Mr. Wilson was wearing a well-tailored dark suit. Although he was old, his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle.

He leaned forward slightly, ran the pen across the contract, and signed his name.

The sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was particularly clear in the quiet room.

The representative of the Windsor family is of course William.

He has a calm face and elegant manners.

But every move felt a bit sluggish.

He signed his name just as seriously, then raised his head and exchanged glances with old man Wilson.

There was a tacit understanding and trust in their eyes, as if this cooperation was a tacit understanding between them.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Wilson." William smiled and extended his hand.

"It's a pleasure to work with you." Old man Wilson shook his hand with a firm and powerful grip.

The two men briefly shook hands in the air, symbolizing the official start of this cooperation.

Outside the study, in the manor garden, the night deepened, and the moonlight sprinkled on the neatly trimmed lawn, casting a silvery white.

The trees in the distance swayed gently in the breeze, as if whispering for the achievement of this moment.

After signing the contract, the two raised their glasses and clinked them gently. The red wine rippled in the glasses, exuding a rich fruity aroma.

Old man Wilson took a sip of wine, looked through the window at the night sky in the distance, with a hint of emotion in his tone.

“This project will change a lot.”

William nodded, his tone calm and firm.

"Yes, this is not only a business cooperation, but also a continuation of history."

"The combined strengths of our two companies will surely drive this project to success."

Hearing William's bold words, old man Wilson smiled lightly.

Yes, this project is bound to succeed, but it will be the Wilson family's success.

The atmosphere in the study gradually relaxed, and the two began to talk in low voices, discussing the next plans and details.

The flames in the fireplace were still dancing, reflecting on their faces, as if adding a touch of warmth to this collaboration.